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feverishly-kpop · 11 months

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Yeosang & Ateez (With TXT) - Sneaking Out

Yeosang messed up. That much was obvious. And he knew that things were about to get so much worse.

With the comeback quickly approaching at the end of the following week, Hongjoong asked - no - BEGGED the members to take care of themselves. That included not doing anything unnecessarily risky and getting plenty of rest. And Yeosang was doing his best, until he got a text from Yeonjun asking if he and Wooyoung wanted to come over and hang out. Wooyoung declined, citing his recent ankle injury and explaining how he was trying to stay off it as much as he could outside of work but Yeosang accepted the invitation, promising that he’d get a ride to the TXT apartment’s ASAP.

However, Hongjoong was quick to shut the idea down. It was already 10:00 PM and they had to be at the studio by 7:30 AM the next morning.

“Please, Yeosang…” Hongjoong said with a sigh. “We finish at 4:00 PM tomorrow. You can go after work and stay as long as you want.” Yeosang did little to hide his frustration, instead turning on his heel while rolling his eyes.

“It’s fine, hyung” he replied. “I forgot that we were cloistered here until after the comeback.” And with that he left Hongjoong’s apartment and headed back to his own.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang opened the door to find Yunho sitting at the counter in his pajamas, drinking a cup of tea.

“Have fun with your friends” Yunho said with a yawn, assuming that Yeosang would be leaving soon once a driver came for him.

“Hyung said no” Yeosang said, sitting down heavily in the stool next to Yunho. “We can’t do anything anymore” he added with a pout.

“You don’t need his permission” Yunho responded in a very matter of fact tone. “Just go. You’re an adult and you’re responsible.”

“Yeah but I don’t have a ride. I wasn’t asking for permission, I was asking for him to get me a ride.” It was times like these that Yeosang regretted not having his license.

“You just need a ride?” Yunho set down his tea, turning to Yeosang. “I can give you a ride.”

Yeosang perked up a bit at the prospect. “With what car?”

“Manager hyung left his keys here a few days ago after his wife picked him up from the studio. He won’t be back for it until the day after tomorrow” Yunho responded with a shrug.

Yeosang instantly stood up, grabbing his and Yunho’s jackets. “If you don’t snitch on me for going out I won’t snitch on you for taking manager hyung’s car”

Yunho laughed in response, extending a hand so they could shake on it.

*~*~*~*~*~

Their plan went off without a hitch. Yunho promised to be back by 1:00 AM to pick up Yeosang and Yeosang promised to be ready to go as soon as Yunho arrived.

Yeonjun greeted Yeosang at the door, advising that Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Heuningkai had gone out for the evening since they had a few days off and that Soobin had gone to bed already.

Soobin and Yeonjun spent the evening talking and playing games until Soobin came out of his room.

“I thought that I heard your voice, Yeosang-hyung” Soobin said with a small smile. “Good to see you.”

“Nice to see you too” Yeosang responded as Yeonjun paused their game.

“Wanna come play?” Yeonjun asked Soobin, who immediately shook his head.

“No, thanks, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden. I thought I was just tired l but my stomach is really bothering me now” Soobin replied, absently placing his hand over his midsection. “I just wanted to grab some water, then I’ll be going back to bed.”

Yeonjun’s eyes met Yeosang’s, worry clearly written out across his face.

“Be right back, I’m going to check on him” Yeonjun said, tentatively following Soobin back to his room.

Yeosang glanced down at his watch. It was only 11:45 PM. Yunho wouldn’t be back to get him for over an hour.

Yunho grabbed his phone and quickly texted Yunho:

“Hey can you come get me? I think Soobin is sick. And Hongjoong will seriously kill me if I get sick”

He waited a few minutes after sending the text but got no response.

Within a few minutes Yeonjun re-emerged from Soobin’s room. “He’s definitely coming down with something…”

Yeosang nodded sadly, mentioning that he had sent a text to Yunho to come get him early since he figured what was the case.

“I’m sorry” Yeonjun said sadly as he gathered some medication and a hot water bottle from their washroom closet. Idol life was, at times, unbearably busy. Quiet nights like this where they could get together were few and far between, so it was disappointing that they’d have to cut it short.

“It’s ok, I totally understand. Just worry about Soobin and I’ll lock the door behind me when Yunho gets here” Yeosang replied gently, doing his best to settle Yeonjun’s clearly frazzled nerves while checking his phone.

Still no response from Yunho.

Great.

*~*~*~*~*~

After a couple more texts, Yeosang received a text back from Yunho:

“Sorry. I was sleeping, set an alarm so I could come get you. On my way over. STAY AWAY FROM ANYBODY THAT IS SICK.”

Yeosang chuckled, feeling confident that Soobin hadn’t gotten anywhere near close enough to transmit any germs. He got up, grabbing his coat to leave and wait for Yunho outside when the sound of the lock clicked and the front door was thrown open by Heuningkai followed by Taehyun who was all but dragging Beomgyu into the apartment.

“Too much to drink?” Yeosang asked with a smile.

Taehyun signed and shook his head. “We weren’t drinking at all. He said that he wasn’t feeling all that well all of a sudden so we started walking home, and he got sick twice on the way.”

“Where are Yeonjun-hyung and Soobin-hyung” Heuningkai asked taking Beomgyu from Taehyun’s arms to give him a break.

“In Soobin’s room…” Yeosang said glancing over his shoulder toward the bedrooms. “Soobin’s sick too.”

Taehyun and Heuningkai visibly cringed at the thought of two hyungs being sick.

“Think you can make it to your room, Gyu?” Heuningkai asked Beomgyu. “Taehyun and I will get you some medication. I think you’ll feel better if you get some sleep.”

Beomgyu nodded, taking a few steps toward his room before he stumbled, only staying upright thanks to Yeosang quickly reaching out to steady his shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed” Yeosang said, putting an arm around Beomgyu’s waist and guiding him to his room.

“I’m so sorry, hyung” Beomgyu slurred, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, just get some sleep” Yeosang replied, sitting Beomgyu down on his bed. Taehyun and Heuningkai followed a few moments later with medication, water, and an extra blanket. Just as the three of them got Beomgyu settled in Yeosang’s phone vibrated with a text from Yunho confirming that he had arrived.

“I have to go, I hope Soobin and Beomgyu are feeling better soon” Yeosang said as he slipped out the front door.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang sat down in the passenger’s seat, his heart sinking.

“Sorry I didn’t get your text earlier” Yunho said as they started the drive back home.

“It’s okay” Yeosang said, his voice distant. Hongjoong had told him to stay home. With their comeback right around the corner they couldn’t afford anything happening. He’d never be able to forgive himself if he got sick.

Yunho seemed able to read his mind.

“You probably won’t get sick, if that’s what you’re worried about” Yunho said, glancing at Yeosang as they stopped at a red light.

“Hopefully not” Yeosang responded, unsure what else to say.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang woke up the next morning feeling exhausted after getting very little sleep but otherwise perfectly fine, truly believing that he dodged a bullet.

Hongjoong was at their door by 7:15 AM to let them know that the van was ready to take them to work and both Yeosang and Yunho quickly filed out for the day.

Just as they arrived at the company Yeosang got a text from Yeonjun:

“I’m sorry again about last night. I wouldn’t have invited you over if I knew Soobin wasn’t feeling well. He’s sick, and now so are Beomgyu and Taehyun. And me.”

Yeosang quickly replied with well wishes, coming to the realization that whatever bug was taking down nearly the entirety of TXT at the moment was clearly very contagious.

He took extra precaution to keep his distance from the rest of the members, not wanting to spread anything any further, just in case.

By lunch time Yeosang’s biggest fear was coming true. He was feeling uncomfortably warm, shaky, and his stomach was beginning to bother him.

San noticed Yeosang pushing his food around his plate and quickly spoke up.

“We ordered your favorite” San said quietly to keep the conversation between just the two of them. “Hongjoong felt bad that you couldn’t go hang out with your friends so he wanted to cheer you up.”

“I’m just not very hungry” Yeosang said with a shrug, his mouth salivating uncomfortably. “Excuse me” he added suddenly, pushing himself up from where he was seated and exiting the room before breaking into an all-out run to the nearest washroom down the hall, making it just in time to be sick.

Yeosang messed up. That much was obvious. And he knew that things were about to get so much worse.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho found Yeosang a few minutes later, leaning tiredly against the wall of the stall he was in.

“Well shit” Yunho said quietly, attempting to get close enough to help Yeosang before being waved off.

“We were already in close enough contact in the car yesterday” Yeosang’s voice sounded panicked. “I don’t want you getting sick too.”

Yunho agreed and took a step back.

“I’m so screwed, Yunho” Yeosang got out before the tears started.

“Nobody needs to know where you got this from.” Yunho interjected, trying to make Yeosang feel better. “You could have gotten it anywhere.”

Yunho’s words did little to comfort Yeosang in the moment, who was feeling absolutely rubbish, both physically and mentally. He didn’t like the idea of lying to Hongjoong or the rest of the team for that matter.

“Let’s go back I guess” he muttered, getting to his feed with some difficulty. “And not a word of this to anyone else.”

Yunho’s eyes widened at that. “Sang, you’re in no condition to be practicing. You should be in bed, your white as a ghost…”

Yeosang glared at Yunho with a look that quickly quieted Yunho down before grabbing his phone from his pocket and sending a quick text to Yeonjun:

“I’m sick too.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The remainder of practice dragged on for Yeosang. What was in reality only a few minutes over three hours felt like a lifetime for Yeosang, who, frankly, was just trying to remain on his feet. He was relieved once they completed the final run through, dragging himself over to his bag and sitting down heavily, taking a few sips of water before setting his bottle aside, unsure if his stomach could tolerate any more.

Yeosang glanced down at his phone, seeing several missed messages and a missed call from Yeonjun. He’d have to deal with those later, opting instead to close his eyes for a minute while everybody finished packing their things.

Everyone was quiet until Wooyoung spoke up.

“Yeonjun texted me apologizing for getting Yeosang sick…” Wooyoung said with a laugh, not knowing what Yeonjun was on about until he glanced at Yeosang, realizing how unwell he actually looked. The smile quickly fell from his face as he put his phone down, feeling awkward for having read the message out loud.

All eyes were suddenly on Yeosang except for Yunho’s, who was acutely aware that their transgressions from the prior evening were about to come to light.

“Yeosang…” Hongjoong broke the tense silence. “What’s going on?”

Yeosang’s eyes were brimming with tears at this point.

“We should head down, our ride is probably waiting” Yunho interjected, desperately trying to redirect everybody’s attention but failing miserably.

After a few more seconds of silence Yeosang let out a sob.

“I’m so sorry” he said, his breath picking up and nearing hyperventilation. “I’m so sorry” he repeated shooing Seonghwa away when he tried to sit down next to him. “Don’t get too close, it’s contagious” he said as firmly as he could before putting his hand over his mouth. Yunho immediately grabbed the waste basket from the corner of the room and placed it in front of Yeosang, who promptly doubled over, vomiting the few sips of water he had just had to drink.

“You told me not to go…” Yeosang’s voice trailed off tiredly.

Hongjoong’s face was bright red with anger, having put the pieces together.

“Let’s have this conversation later on, okay?” Seonghwa stepped in, trying to diffuse the situation. “I think it’s best to get Yeosang to the hospital so he can start recovering as quickly as possible given the short timeframe we are working with. I’ll talk to a manager and take him. The rest of you should head home.”

Nobody was quick to move, glancing between Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Hongjoong nodded and grabbed his bag before silently heading towards the door. The rest of the members slowly followed leaving Seonghwa and Yeosang to make their way to the hospital.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang was released a few hours after being admitted with strict instructions that he was to rest for at least 48 hours. He had been given some medication and fluids in the hospital but he still felt miserable.

“It’s going to be fine, Sang-ah” Seonghwa said as the car arrived to their building. “Hongjoong has had plenty of time to cool down.” Seonghwa was clearly aware of that the fallout from this whole debacle was weighing heavily on Yeosang’s mind.

Seonghwa slung both of their bags over his shoulder before helping Yeosang out of the car and guiding him inside to the elevator.

“Thanks, hyung” Yeosang muttered as Seonghwa fiddled with his key ring, finally finding the key for Yeosang and Yunho’s apartment.

“Of course” he responded. “Let’s just get you to bed” he added kindly, ruffling Yeosang’s hair as they entered.

They were both surprised that Yunho wasn’t waiting for them. Seonghwa peeked his head into Yunho’s room, thinking that he may have already gone to bed but he was nowhere to be found.

That is when Seonghwa noticed the note on the counter.

“Yeosang-I took your chauffeur to return the car. He will be going straight to bed when we get back. The three of us will have a conversation about this tomorrow. -HJ (P.S. I’m sorry you got sick and I hope you’re feeling a little better. I’ve cleared your schedule for the rest of the week so you can rest up for the comeback next week)”

Once Yeosang had cleaned up for the evening and settled into bed, Seonghwa wished him a good night and handed him the note. Yeosang sighed, resigned to his fate. This, however, would certainly be the last time he didn’t listen to Hongjoong.

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holidayvisa · 4 months

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6 January 2024 - We woke up at 6:30 am. Dion fed me some oats and berries for breakfast, and we were in the car driving towards the Blue Mountains before 7 am. We arrived at the Mt. Wilson Fire Station just before 9 am and parked the car there. We packed our bags and walked to the road to start our first and likely most difficult part of our canyoning day - hitchhiking. We got to the road and stuck our thumbs out! After a surprisingly short amount of time, a pickup truck pulled over. There were two big pitbulls in the front seat. The man driving let the pitbulls out, and they were the cutest, nicest, friendliest, and happiest pitbulls! They were wagging their tails and just wanted pets from me and Dion. The driver of the pickup truck put the two pitbulls in the bed of the truck, and Dion and I squeezed into the single passenger seat of the pickup truck. During our drive with this generous driver, the guy told us how he'd smoked weed for 45 years, and he only got busted for the first time last year. They fined him $3000 and took away his driver's license for 6 months. But he's got his license back now! The driver drove us all the way to the start of our canyon! We started hiking around 9:30am and finished the hike in just before 11 am. The hike in had some gorgeous views out into the Blue Mountains.

Dion and I changed into our wetsuits and ate some lunch before beginning the canyon. This canyon had several technical downclimbs and A LOT of swims. SOOOOOOOOOO many swims. And some of the swims were quite long and cold. The wetsuits were absolutely necessary. The downclimbs were fun and interesting with cool moves to search for and figure out. There were countless waterfalls from small tributaries that made the canyon look like a fairytale world. Many of the long swims were in sections of the canyon were the canyon walls were 40+m tall, and very little light made it down to the bottom of the canyon. These sections were very spooky, swimming through dark water that I couldn't see down into, like some monster was going to come out of the depths and pull me down. I think Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker felt similarly in the trash compactor. There were sections where a whole bunch of debris had gotten jammed in a constriction, and Dion and I had to maneuver and climb through these jams. All the rocks were covered in bright green moss, making them super slippery to stand on or place a hand on. We saw a bunch of wildlife! We saw: 4 yabbies (crayfish), a couple lizards, one Blue Mountains tree frog, some fish, about ten thousand tadpoles, a couple of kookaburras, and one wallaby! The first yabby was kind of small, so I thought that was the norm, but the other three that we saw were probably 9 or 10 inches long!

We were out of the canyon around 4:30 pm, and we began the hike out back to the fire station where we'd left Dion's car. The hike out of the canyon had some beautiful views into the valley and canyon that we'd just come out of.

There were some really tall ferns, that looked like trees, rising about 10 m up from the ground.

We got back to Dion's car around 5:15 pm, so around an 8-hour day in total, including hitchhiking. Here's the track

On the way home from the Blue Mountains, Dion and I stopped at a Pub for dinner and devoured some pizza. Dion dropped me off at a train station in Sydney so I could train/bus back to Dee Why.

I'm grateful to Dion for feeding me, for driving, for having the motivation to do this canyon, and for his company. I had a great day exploring this cool place with Dion today. I'm grateful for the opportunity to experience Bell Creek Canyon and see all the wildlife that we were lucky enough to see. I'm grateful for delicious pizza at a pub in the Blueys.

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lindholmline · 9 months

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going to be inactive bc i’m on vacation visiting my bestie!!! but i’ve had a crazy 24 hrs and some how my spirits are still high

story below the break

so at 10:30 am yesterday morning i got a notification that jetblue cancelled my flight @ 4 pm. instead of panicking i spent $173 on a new flight with southwest

at 12 pm, that flight gets delayed (you just gotta laugh)

4:30 pm waiting to board, it gets delayed again (only by 15 minutes this time)

4:45 pm i’m in line ready to board (i paid for priority boarding so I was A 13 bc free for all seating stresses me out)

4:50 pm this random middle aged woman comes and stands next to our area (11-14) and says nothing, so i ask her what her boarding thing was (her paper ticket was all folded) and she replies “i don’t know A 15” and i said “oh great! i’m A 13” she looks me dead in the eyes and says “IT’S REALLY NOT THAT SERIOUS” i just smiled (the woman behind me scoffed though) and then she left her suitcase and stormed off to the desk (she came back without another word)

5 pm we are boarding! yay! she doesn’t cut me off, in fact she doesn’t board with A 1-30 at all she literally boards at the very end of the B boarding group (i laughed when she boarded so late from my row 6 window seat)

immediately upon boarding the family behind me (two daughters and their mom) are fighting. like hitting and kicking each other and yelling (the whole flight is staring) let the record show the kids are probably 12/13 and way too old to be behaving like that

after listening to the fighting, a flight attendant traveling in the row in front of me, got up and offered to switch seats with one of them (they declined, were quiet for a minute before continuing to fight)

the girl behind me told her mom “you’re selfish for making me come on this trip, i don’t care about washington, i don’t trust a thing you say” the mom was like “no let’s make the most of it, we’ll have fun” before the daughter said “if you didn’t make me come i wouldn’t have lost my airpods” to which the mom said “but i bought you new ones to replace them” and the daughter screams (yes i was wearing noise cancelling headphones) “i would still have my original ones though it doesn’t matter”

she continued to kick and push my seat the whole flight, while the man in the middle man spread so bad his foot was on my backpack and i could feel his leg hair on mine

but i made it! and had a good night!

this morning jetblue informed me i won’t be getting a refund, which is the only thing that has nearly brought me to tears in the past 24 hrs

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 9 months

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8.9.23 Wednesday

12:45 am

Done, cleaning the kitchen... Done, feeding Neko and Lalah...

Still,having windblow trap... In a lil while will shower...

Today in Minnesota was not easy coz of the reading materials that we need to read and finish and answer the quiz.... We have 6 modules... I'm just on module 3 now and I have to go back.

Though it is about safety and company policies, coz of there are some quiz I need to read those thoroughly... Pressure comes in coz my seatmate finished everything today.....

I still feel ugly, fat and old.... But I still need to eat!

7:06 am

Good Morning! Flatly ohkay...

Windblow trap awaken me... My entire left body is aching, probably due to stress and my costochondritis.... Hope God will extend my life...

The 6 modules are very,very long angels to read coz of you don't read that,you can't answer the quiz there...You should read even the small details...

There is a new assistant coach named John who discussed about "customer satisfaction", basically to make the customer stay... He looks like a body builder...

Yeah! I need money and I need this job though stressful...

Uncle Jun is preparing now going to forest of Georgia and Betsilog'z gang ( always wearing a plastic coats ).

8:07 am

Reverse... Done,brushing baby John's teeth... Mommy Peachy's love is great!

Will cook for nana and us here and my take-out... I told Uncle DD he needs to send the payment for gasul and new food allowance on Friday...

I badly need a job as well coz there is no extra for my needs and for the needs of my baby John.

John was so happy last night when I arrived home, he was jumping on me...

9:41 am

This Uncle Jun is full of fakeness... The leashed of Neko is so tight on the chain that I can't remove,that I need to transfer her on our garage...

Coz in the afternoon it is too hot angels, dog can't manage that...

10:47 am

Done,feeding the dogs and most specially my baby John...I'm sweating out here...

Plus our food and my take out... No time to rest here... Arhg! I cleaned the living room... Whew!

Me and John already had our brunch we ate our pata'z...

My take out for today...

12:11 noon

Preparing for my flight going to Minnesota at 3pm until 11pm...

I need to finish home policy 6 modules... I'm on module 3...

Still,having windblow trap... I have self-pity but I need to overcome that... I'm thinking of giving my best effort on this job and to have a good progress along the way...

In the Nutshell:

I already saw Melinda Go, well I just asked her last night if she got a ride on her own coz in call center that kind of attitude is acceptable but people can say no,if they want to say no or decline.... But her route going home is way going to De La Salle and I said Oh! And she just smiled and didn't give invitation to join her on her private car. In a call center it is a black world meaning everything is chill and more on friendship...

12:30 noon

I need a guidance ... I feel old angels.. I still wanna buy Starbucks everyday... I wonder where is Marjun now, just popping in my head now...

But looking forward to go up and meet more and some aliens...

I badly need this job and I need money and I still want my own "Pet Store" someday....

12:41 noon

I need a revive, have some collagen on my hands,feet and if ever down there... Hmm....

I need to survive this job for now and have some money...

11:10 pm

I'm back again from Minnesota angels... Whew!

Done, with all of the modules from 1 to 6... I survived the day,thank God!

Still, having windblow trap...

I figured out that John, our coach assistant that he was my gym mate in Volet'z. I saw him with his petite and pretty and sexy gf. I think 4 years ago...

I had a right leg cramps again...

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abouttheateam · 2 years

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The Labor Day with Aric Adulting with Autism

I have been busy, and it’s been a while since my last post. Wednesday morning, I woke up, ate breakfast, and got ready for work. Kelly picked me up at 7:45 am and we headed to the campground. I had a good shift at work. Things are slowing down at the campground because the busy season is coming to an end. After work, I grabbed my hard-earned slushy and we left.

We stopped at McDonald’s for a quick lunch. Then we went to Hersheypark. This time of year, it’s difficult to find a place to go swimming outside. Hersheypark’s waterpark is still open and that’s where are headed. We also, have to stop and ride the train. The weather was great, and I had a blast. Kelly dropped me off at home around 4 pm. At 5 pm, we headed to Primanti Brother’s for dinner. I ordered a hamburger, French fries, and lemonade. You know, my usual. We headed home. I wanted dessert at home. Two chocolate chip cookies from Costco and a cup of milk. Thank you very much! I watched movies on my computer and played my drums until I went to bed.

Thursday was similar to Wednesday. I woke up and ate breakfast. Leftover pizza. What else? Then I got ready for work. Kelly picked me up and it was off to the campground. Another uneventful day at work. While I was working, Kelly was trying to find a pool for me to swim in. Guess what? She found one. As an employee of the campground, I am allowed to use the campground pool because it now considered off season.

After work, I grabbed my slushy and we hit Panera Bread for lunch. I always get a grilled cheese there. We made a quick stop at home to change into my swimming suit. Then it was back to the campground to swim. The pool is really nice, but it doesn’t have slide. So, nothing exciting but it was good enough for me. Kelly dropped me off at home at 3 pm. I watched movies on my computer until dinner. At 5 PM, we headed to Primanti Bros. for dinner. It’s buy one get one free pizza night. My pizza had green peppers, onions, and black olives. Mom and dad’s pizza had tomatoes, spinach, and mushrooms on it. I ordered a lemonade to drink. I think I drank 4 lemonades total. Then it was home for my 2 Costco chocolate chip cookies and milk. Yum!! I played my drums and watched some movies until going to bed.

I slept in on Friday. No Kelly. I woke up around 9 am, ate some leftover pizza for breakfast. Dad reminded me to pack for our weekend camping trip. I packed 2 bags of DVDs and Vhs tapes. A total of about 60 from my collection. Dad, mom, Ginger, Bumpus, and me headed to the campground around 11:30 am. We set up camp and it was time for a weekend of fun. I spent the rest of the day in enjoying my hammock and watching movies on iPad.

For dinner, dad made hot dogs and asparagus on the campfire. For dessert, it was time to make s’mores. What else? I made 2. Then I went back to my hammock. I asked dad to set up the movie screen, but the projector needed its battery charge. We didn’t watch any movies Friday night. We just sat outside and enjoyed the campfire. The weather was perfect. Eventually, we all went to bed. Saturday morning, i woke up around 9 am. I ate a chocolate chip muffin and cranberry pomegranate juice for breakfast.

I spent the morning watching Movies and organizing my DVD collection. One of the campground activities today is a color fun run. Dad thought I might like that and he went with me. We ran around the barn and people threw colored powder at us. There was also a sprinkler that got us wet. It was 2 laps around the barn. I was really colorful when I finished, and it was a lot of fun. We walked back to camper van and showered. Then I headed out to my hammock.

I chilled there the rest of the day. I even ate lunch in it. For lunch, I ate a plate of raw vegetables and pretzels. yum. Around 2 pm, we walked to campground store for some ice cream. I got 2 scoops of chocolate in cone. Dad ordered 2 scoops of apple pie ice cream. Mom ordered 2 scoop and mixed it up. She ordered a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of strawberry cheesecake. We walked back to the camper van. For dinner, we cooked chicken, sweet potatoes, and asparagus. It was delicious. Then it was time to make s’mores again. When it got dark dad brought out the movie projector. I picked Charlotte’s Web 2 for the movie. When the movie ended we headed to bed.

Sunday I woke up and ate breakfast. I ate a chocolate chip muffin and cranberry pomegranate juice. I organized my DVD collection and watched movies. Then I headed out to my hammock. I ate the same lunch as yesterday. Raw vegetables and pretzels. After lunch, I ate 2 Costco chocolate chip cookies. We spent the afternoon hanging out at the campsite. Dad made dinner. We had chicken, sweet potatoes, and asparagus again.

Dinner was exactly the same because mom and dad let me pick the dinners. We made s’mores for dessert. Eventually, it got dark, and it was time for movie night. I was surprised to find out that I wasn’t picking the movie tonight. Mom and dad wanted to watch Top Gun Maverick. I really wanted to watch Charlotte’s Web 2 again. I worked it out that I could watch Charlotte’s Web 2 after Top Gun Maverick was over.

While mom and dad watched their movie, i sat in my hammock and watched videos on my cell phone. It was around 10 pm when I finally got to watch Charlotte’s Web 2. I didn’t get to watch it all because we went to bed at 11 pm. Monday morning, we woke up, ate breakfast, and spent the rest of the morning packing up the campground. We headed for home around 11 am. When we got home, I showered and unpacked.

Then I started printing pictures on my computer. We all spent the afternoon relaxing. Except for dad, he went on a 5-mile run. At dinner time, we headed to Primanti Bros. I ordered my usual. A hamburger, French fries, and lemonade. Dessert was 2 Costco cookies and milk at home. I spent the evening chilling out. Camping can make you tired. Happy Labor Day everyone! Now you know.

Blog Source: https://aboutthea-team.com/the-labor-day-with-aric-adulting-with-autism/

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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feel absolutely evil for this one but can i request the 18th headconon from the ot8 section of your idea list? i’ve got my tissues ready 💔💔

𝟚𝟜 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 (ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 + 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠)

♩ gn!reader, angst angst ANGST, this is pure depression guys, crying, a lot of crying and suffering, character death, dealing with grief, car accident, mentions of firearms and getting shot, blood, just, just pain

♩♩ word count: 2.9k

♩♩♩ A/N: this turned out to be like 5 times longer than i expected so i decided to break it into sections, this part includes chan and minho, the next one will include changbin and hyunjin ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) (this was a lot of fun to write tho i'm kinda proud of myself) wip list here

Changbin and Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix

for convenience, your time of death is 12:00 AM

Chan

12:30 AM:

He gets a call from you, but when he picks up the phone, it's not your voice on the other end.

"You're their emergency contact, they just got into a pretty bad car accident..."

You were supposed to be on your way to pick him up.

1:00 AM:

He asked Minho to help him drive to the hospital because he knew something would definitely happen if he drove himself.

He was crying the whole way, his heart was beating wildly.

He didn't like it but had a bad feeling about this.

1:20 AM:

"We did everything we could...we are truly sorry for your loss."

1:40 AM:

He regrets it, all of it.

If he hadn't asked you to pick him up...

You wouldn't have gotten into that car, you wouldn't have encountered that drunk truck driver.....

You wouldn't have left him.

Alone, forever.

1:50 AM:

"Don't touch me! Don't take me away! I need to be here... I need to stay here with Y/N..."

"Y/N must be scared, all alone... It's so dark and scary here......my Y/N, they're a cry baby...they must be so scared ......"

2:20 AM:

The other members rushed to the hospital and together they advised Chan to go back to the dorm.

But he didn't listen, there was only one voice in his head.

"I need to stay by Y/N's side."

3:40 AM:

The hospital gate was blocked by the paparazzi, the news of "Stray Kids' leader Bang Chan's lover dies in a car accident" filled up the whole NAVER homepage.

4:30 AM:

Thanks to the efforts of the seven members, Chan was finally taken back to his home

Not the dormitory, but the home of the two of you.

There was still the meal you heated up for him on the table.

The bedroom light was still on, and your favorite music was still coming from inside.

Everything was so familiar, but he knew ......

His baby was never coming back to him.

5:30 AM:

The members all suggested that they could stay, but he just wanted to be left alone and undisturbed.

Lying in your shared bed, he could even feel your residual warmth.

The sun will be up soon, but he didn't couldn't sleep.

Usually at this time, you would kiss his forehead and tell him not to overwork himself.

You'd give him a glass of warm milk, adding vanilla and a little sugar.

You would be by his side......

6:45 AM:

He didn't know when he finally fell asleep, he only knew he was crying.

10:00 AM:

Awakening from his dream, he held hope for a second.

Maybe what had just happened was a dream?

But then he broke down again when he saw that there was no one besides him.

You were really gone.

You really were never coming back.

He was gonna be alone from now on.

11:00 AM:

The sun was fully up, but he had no desire to get out of bed.

He just wants to sleep forever, stay forever in your bed, wrapped in your scent.

He missed you so much...he really missed you......

"Y/N..."

He murmured to himself.

"Why did you leave me alone......"

1:00 PM:

Everyone in JYP started sending him messages telling him they were sorry, and that he needed to look past and move on.

But he didn't even come to terms with the fact that you had left in the first place.

Slowly walking into the bathroom, Chan looked at his face in the mirror.

Tear stains, dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, dry lips.

If you saw how he looks now, you'd be angry at him.

3:00 PM:

His tears seemed to have been unstoppable since last night as they never dried up.

The company has sent him a message telling him that he could take as much time off as he needs.

Everyone around him knew how much you meant to him.

You were his muse, his inspiration.

A bright future with you could even be considered his life goal.

But now there was nothing left.

5:00 PM:

He was hungry, his stomach kept growling.

But he didn't want to do anything except stay in your room.

He didn't dare to answer the phone when his mom called him.

Hannah and Lucas also called him.

But he really didn't want to see anyone right now, he didn't want to talk to anyone, he didn't want to think, he just wanted you.

He just wants you back.

And that was the only thing he couldn't have.

6:30 PM:

Your mother called him.

He had to answer this one.

"Chan...dear, we don't blame you, we will never blame you. You were the most important person to Y/N, Y/N loved you with all their heart. So please, don't blame yourself, stay strong, be strong for Y/N, for yourself."

He started to sob again, knowing that it was because of him, he took you away from your parents.

He took you away from them, forever.

7:30 PM:

After eating a little, he returns to your room.

He let out a pathetic chuckle.

His heart was aching, he was about to suffocate.

He was really about to suffocate.

It hurts to breathe, it hurts to do anything, it hurts to do everything.

It hurts to think about you, and it hurts even more to not think about you.

8:45 PM:

Someone was knocking on the door, Chan did not want to answer, but the doorbell kept ringing.

"Chan, we found Y/N's phone."

The person outside said, he knew the voice, it was a JYP staff.

Hearing this, he immediately opened the door.

10:00 PM:

After a long period of preparation, he finally opened your phone.

Your screensaver was a picture of him that you took in secret.

The first thing that popped up was the call record from last night.

Backing up to the main page, he faltered and clicked on messenger app.

You: channie i'm gonna go pick smt up from the farmacy, want me to come pick u up on the way? Channie sweetie❤: yeah sure that would be fine you: okieee love ya~ Channie sweetie❤: love ya too

He gave his first smile of the day that wasn't self-deprecating.

Tears dripped on the screen.

He just loves you so much.

12:00 AM:

It was going to be tough without you for sure.

He needed to learn to take care of himself, on his own.

He needed to get used to not having you leave meals and lights on for him at night, to not have someone always waiting for him.

He needed to get used to a cold, cold bed without your warmth or your goodnight kisses.

He needed to get used to not seeing you anymore, ever.

He needed to get used to being on his own from now on.

A year later, five years later, ten years later.

There will be no one else to make him feel as happy as he once did.

Minho

12:00 AM:

He knew that separation would come, and that people always experience separation one kind or another.

But he did not expect that it would be so early and so sudden.

Nor did he expect it to be forever.

He didn't even have time to say goodbye to you.

12:45 AM:

When he received the call from your father, he was practicing with Hyunjin and Felix in the dance practice room.

"Hello? Mr. Y/L/N? Why are you-"

"Minho-ah...I don't know how to say this to you, but ......"

About three hours ago, you were involved in a bank robbery and were chosen as a hostage by the bandits.

About an hour ago, the bandits tried to kill you, they shot you in the chest.

Doctors immediately performed resuscitation, but......

45 minutes ago, your heart stopped beating.

1:20 AM:

By the time Minho arrived at the hospital, your body had already been taken to the morgue.

"Minho-ah..."

He hugged your mother, pretending to be fine.

He was in pain now too, so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

But he knew your parents must be hurting more than him.

So at least for now, he needed to be fine.

Even if he was about to die from the pain.

1:55 AM:

"I'll take her home...Minho-ah, I know how hard it must be for you too right now......here's Y/N's jacket...you can take it."

Minho feebly took your jacket and stared straight at the ground.

The moment your parents turned to leave, the feelings that had accumulated inside burst out in a flash.

He slammed the wall repeatedly and forcefully.

He did not stop even when his knuckles were all covered in blood, he did not stop even when there were three doctors pulling him away.

Why? Why? Why must it be you?

Why did you have to do this to him? Why must he have his love taken away?

Why......

2:30 AM:

'He is horribly silent.'

That's what Changbin, who came to pick him up thought.

He was expecting a reaction of tears, of sobs, of yelling and anger, of incomprehensible and insane cries.

Not like this, currently, without saying a word, clutching your blood-soaked jacket, sitting silently in the back seat.

But what Changbin couldn't see was the bandaged hands that were clenched under the jacket.

What he can't see is the hostility in Minho's eyes.

4:00 AM:

It's not supposed to be like this.

Your house is not supposed to be so quiet.

When your kitten sees Minho come in from outside, he rubs against his leg.

Unbeknownst to this little fellow, his other owner was never coming home.

Minho dropped to his knees, startling the cat.

"It shouldn't be like this......"

He chuckled.

"It's all wrong."

5:00 AM:

For an hour he knelt where he was. His knees began to twitch and ache, and his calves went numb.

You were so strong, how could you just die like that?

You were smart, how could you let yourself be the hostage?

Why did it have to be you? Why did it have to be the one he loved?

He won't take it. He wasn't gonna take it. He will never take it.

"Wake up."

He began to slap himself, one after another, until his face turned red and even began to bleed.

But he wouldn't wake up.

Because it wasn't a dream.

7:00 AM:

When he stood up, he nearly fell right back to the ground.

He endured the pain on his face, the pain in his knee, the pain of his injury, and limped back to your bedroom.

He gets under the covers, puts his head on the pillow and looks at where you should be sleeping peacefully.

Smelling your scent, surrounded by the familiar aura, he closed his eyes.

He didn't know why he thought so, but he felt that, when he'd opened his eyes again, everything would go back to the way it was.

11:30 AM:

He was awakened by the movement of the cat.

He opened his eyes, you were still not there.

The pain in his body did not diminish at all, it was more painful than earlier.

The wounds on his hands, the wounds on his face, even the dull pain in the chest had multiplied.

Only now he also had a headache from only barely getting four hours of sleep.

After picking up your cat with one hand and tossing him off the bed, Minho headed for the bathroom.

11:45 AM:

Arriving in the kitchen, Minho took out two slices of bread.

When he finished cooking, he took out two plates.

Opening the drawer, he took out two forks.

He did for half an hour what could have been done in ten minutes.

Every little movement reminded him that there were supposed to be two people in the house.

12:50 PM:

After eating, Minho went to the living room and slumped on the couch.

He unconsciously looked to the door.

Like you were gonna push through the door the next second.

Though his heart told him again and again that it was impossible.

But even then, he kept looking over at the door every few minutes.

How pathetic.

1:30 PM:

The bank robbery last night was on the news.

"All three robbers have been apprehended, in the case -"

Before the newscaster finished, Minho turned off the TV.

It's playing surveillance footage from the bank.

He saw you.

For a second, the emotion he thought he had suppressed burst forth again.

4:30 PM:

What a slow day today.

It's only been some 10 hours since last night.

For Minho, it seems like years have passed.

You're in every nook and cranny of the house.

That painting you didn't finish, that laundry in the washing machine, that leftover food in the fridge...

Anger, depression, irritation, all kinds of emotions piled up, only to make him more and more confused.

Finally he decided to go for a walk.

5:30 PM:

How did he end up here?

He was standing in front of the bank, there was a crowd outside.

"Oppa!"

Just as he was about to turn around and walk away, a voice came from below.

"......"

He looked down at the source of the voice. It was a little girl, no more than five or six years old.

"Oppa, you are the boyfriend of the unnie/oppa who saved my life yesterday, right? Eomma told me!"

"Sooji! I told you to stop running! '

The girl's mother immediately catches up with her, looking apologetically at Minho.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just turned my head for one second and she- Sooji come with Eomma, don't disturb-"

"You said...saved you?"

Minho ignored the mother's words and stared at the little girl.

"Yes! Sooji was taken by bad guys yesterday! If it weren't for unnie/oppa yesterday, Sooji would be dead by now! The TV said you were unnie/oppa's boyfriend! Do you know where they are?"

The child's innocent words pierced Minho's heart like needles.

Turns out you weren't chosen by the bandits after all.

You were trying to save someone......

"Mr. Lee, I'm really sorry... Sooji! Just give oppa the phone!"

Sooji, frowned, handing Minho the phone in her pocket and bows.

"Although I can't see unnie/oppa, if oppa does, please say thank you for me!"

Minho took the phone and nodded. The little girl didn't need to know.

"Mr. Lee, Mr/Ms. Y/L/N gave me this phone before they were taken hostage in place of my daughter, and I think it contains... there should be something for you......I am truly sorry for your loss."

The little girl was immediately led away by her mother, who made several more bows before she left.

He was holding your phone in his hand, it felt like it weighed several tons. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

He knew he couldn't stay here too long, so he quickly put your phone in his pocket and left the scene.

9:00 PM:

He thought he would be able to turn on the phone when he got home.

But it was as if some invisible power was holding him back.

No, it wasn't some invisible at all. It was him.

Because he knew that turning on your phone and reading the message...meant that......

He'd have to accept that you were dead.

11:00 PM:

Minho was back in your room, quivering.

He couldn't find the courage to turn on the phone.

But he knew he couldn't be so selfish.

This message was your last word, which meant that it wasn't just for him.

Even if it's for your parents, he had to open it.

Finally, curled up in your shared bed, Minho cradles your clothes in her arms, types in his birthday as the pin number, and opens your phone.

What pops up automatically was the notes app.

To Mom and Dad:

I'm sorry I can't be your child any longer. I love you two.

To Stray Kids:

I'm sorry for damaging your reputation. Please take care of Minho for me.

To Minho:

I will always love you.

With a few simple words, Minho's tears, which had been repressed for 23 hours, broke down. Like a burst of a waterfall, tears streamed down his cheeks and flew into his mouth, dripping onto his body, blurring his sight.

His hands clenched his chest, feeling the physical pain in his heart. He could only cry helplessly.

He clung to himself, looking for something to hold on to, but it was of no use.

All he could do was cry.

You have thought of the possibility that you might face death.

Even knowing that you might face death, you still chose to save that little girl.

He wanted to hate you, wanted to hate you for leaving him.

But he knew you, he knew you would make such a decision.

You really were the strongest, bravest person.

He loves you so much.

He doesn't want to stop loving you.

12:00 AM:

His pillow was soaked with tears, your tiny phone is in his arms, your jacket is over him.

It was as if you were there for him, holding him, protecting him.

"I too...will always love you."

He murmured to himself in a faint voice.

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duggardata · 2 years

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It’s Going To Be Okay.

Seems like some of y’all are worried, so I thought I’d look back at the transcript of the Detention Hearing to see what evidence might still be coming up.

(TW: The Detention Hearing transcript is super graphic, at parts... I’ve left out the graphic bits in my summary below.)

Basically, the Prosecution’s computer expert—who hasn’t yet testified—will be able to provide all kinds of useful evidence to put Josh at the car lot at the time the illegal downloads were made... According to testimony from the Detention Hearing, an analysis of Josh’s laptop and phone, and the HP desktop, yielded all of this evidence—

May 13, 2019: The Linux partition is installed on the HP desktop in the toll both–sized office at Wholesale Motorcars. The partition’s password contains ‘1988,’ which is Josh’s birth year. It’s also the same password as is used on a bank account and a utility account linked to Josh. And, it’s also the same password as that used for Josh’s log–in at the Family Research Council, back in the day. (Wow...)

May 14, 2019; 4:14 PM: Josh’s cell phone take a photo of a vehicle on the Wholesale Motorcars car lot. Also, geo–location confirms the photo was taken at or near the car lot.

4:20 PM: Josh’s cell phone takes a photo of the HP desktop in the car lot office. (Lol, WTF?!) Again, geolocation confirms at or near car lot.

4:49 PM: Josh’s cell phone (iPhone) sends a text: “Got stuck here and am not free yet.”

4:58 PM (9 Minutes Later): Some accesses the TOR Network on the partitioned side of the HP. They access website showing CSAM.

5:28–5:38 PM: Someone uses BitTorrent on the partitioned computer and downloads a video file called “MOV_216,” which is a CSA video. (This is the video that was shown for jurors yesterday.)

5:41–5:46 PM: Someone on the HP is clicking around on TOR and on BitTorrent some more.

5:42 PM: Little Rock PD software flags the download of MOV_216. (It later tracks the downloading IP to the car lot.)

5:48 PM: An iChat message from [email protected] is sent. It reads: “I’m at my car lot.” (Just 6 Minutes after the IP flag!)

6:01–6:06 PM: More photos of cars taken by Josh’s iPhone, at the car lot.

May 15, 11:15 AM: Josh’s iPhone send a text message, “I’m at my car lot now.”

11:30 AM: A website about TOR is bookmarked on the HP.

11:35 AM: The partitioned side of the HP is again used to download a variety of CSAM.

~3 PM: There is a motorcycle accident on the road outside Wholesale Motorcars. (Verified by police report.) Shortly afterward, Josh’s iPhone sends a photo of the accident scene to someone. A group message to 22 Duggar family members then goes out from Josh’s iPhone, reading: “Be praying for [accident victim].”

5:08 PM: Josh’s iPhone transmits a text message: “I’m here at the car lot, will be here til around 6:00 or so.”

5:20 PM: Someone is again using the partitioned side of the HP and is on BitTorrent. Said person proceeds to download more CSAM.

5:25–5:30 PM: Someone uses the HP to access “homeadvisor.com.” Said person proceeds to write a review for a contractor, and signs the review as “Joshua.” (HSI later confirms that the contractor had done work for Josh + Anna.)

5:32 PM: The HP is used to download yet another CSAM file—a folder containing 65 CSA images. (These were shown to the jury yesterday.)

5:48 PM: Josh’s iPhone sends a text: “Still customers here. Probably be here awhile.”

6:45 PM: Little Rock PD software flags the download of the 65 files.

6:51 PM: Josh’s iPhone is used to take a picture of a note on the desk in the Wholesale Motorcars office.

May 16, 11:20 AM: Partitioned side of the HP downloads more CSAM.

11:35 AM: Josh’s iPhone takes another photo of the desk in the office. (WTF is up with this, really. Wow.)

To reiterate, this is from the Detention Hearing, not the trial. However, at the Detention Hearing, the Prosecution was basically outlining what they plan to present at trial. So, there’s a very, very good chance that most of this will be introduced as evidence soon. Also, it makes sense that we haven’t heard all of this yet... This would all be from the computer expert, and none has testified... Yet.

See you tomorrow, guys.

#josh duggar #josh duggar trial

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osakunt · 2 years

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Song wrap up - Two friends. They’re loyal to one another. One doesn’t leave the other out of anything. She knows more than that. The friend knows all her secrets. The night will end. Don’t miss your chance. It’s all about partying, alcohol and sex. No matter what the friend will stay loyal to the other….They’re accomplices.

La Complicates = The Accomplice [female use]

☢︎ Choso x F!reader [mentions of cheating, threesomes, alcohol] MINORS DNI

Behind each partners back you both did whatever you wanted. No matter what it was, you didn’t let him sink and he didn’t let you. Best friends or maybe accomplices. It didn’t matter the term cause in the end you both held loyalty that was stronger than the ones to your partners.

You both had gone out tonight. Your significant other was at work while Choso’s girlfriend was at home asleep thinking that he was taking over time.

You had called up earlier that day.

12:45 pm

“Let’s go out tonight. I’ll pick you up from work. Your girl doesn’t have to know.”

“What about your boy thingy ?”

“At work. Thinks I’m at my parents”

“Bet. Wait but I don’t have a old pre change of clothes”

“WRONG ! You left a spare change in my car two months ago just in case. I’ll pick you up as soon as you get out”

You two planned out your night out. You had the solution to his problems if any ever appeared. Your fast thinking had gotten the both of you out of good mid while with him he had the charm to get y’all both into places or got y’all free drinks.

Evening struck and your hellcat pulled up to Choso job. The buildings parking garage made your car look even more mysterious as the security opened up the gate while other workers made their way to their own cars.

Eyes lingered upon the black charger. Many watching as Choso walks calmly towards it. The windows tinted dark, they questioned who it was that was picking the handsome man up. The women didn’t even have time to swim over him as they were so into wanting to know who was inside.

No one needed to know who was actually in the car. It’s not like anyone had ever seen you. Either way it didn’t matter because the night was about to begin and end in a snap

11:50 am

Drinks and music flood the place. Body against body, you grind on one another. Kisses are exchanged with him and random people in the club.

12:30 am

Both in a hotel room with some random. A threesome could never hurt anyone.

2:00 am

Room service is called and the girl has left. Both satisfied with the girl and both your work - A quick snack is taken to help sober up.

4:10 am

The parking lot is empty but the car isn’t. Both sober, you both talk about things and nothing. The sun will rise soon but that doesn’t mean you have to go home yet.

Kisses are exchanged once again between you. You sit on his lap undoing his belt. Your pussy pulsating at the need to have him inside.

Windows fog up with minds. Both minds only thinking about each other with desire. Not a care in the would you use protection. There was no need for it because you both trusted one another.

The ecstasy you brought to one another was unmatched. A feeling neither of you had experienced with your actual partners.

7:21 am

The car makes a last stop before heading home. The apartment building the accomplices was dropping off the other. “I’ll see later. Drive safe, dummy” he hugs you before getting out.

10:15 am

You both lay in a bed with people that will never suspect of anything that happened last night. The things that happened are to be left as is, for them to repeat themselves again on another day.

Look up Hellcat charger SRT they’re nice or whatever I prefer the Challenger tho 🏃🏻‍♀️

#Spotify #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Saturday 31 August 1839

6 ½

11 55/..

reading over vocabulary Swedish – ready at 8. fine but dull – F60 ½° at 8 am breakfast at 8 ¼ in ½ hour – then as before breakfast inking over the penciling of yesterday – sat writing till 10 5/.. – off at 10 10/.. to the mine – there in ¼ hour at 10 25/.. – A- and I walked all round the great opening till 11 ½ - an enormous hole – put my Upsala [Uppsala] stocking legs over my drawers and rook off my black petticoat and tied up my pelisse and under petticoat tight round my middle so that nothing came lower than ½ down my thighs – then put on miners’ frock coat which came down to the middle of my leg and made all descent and with miners’ hat on began the descent at 12 10/..

4th ladder (at bottom of) trial to find

11th ditto (ditto ditto) salle du roi Carl Johan and Oscar

August Saturday Began the descent at 12 10/.. left A- sketching in the great opening John and took John with me 30 ladders – the 3rd from the top has 23 steps and at the bottom of this (48 famms deep) salle du roi of Carl Johan and he went no deeper at that time he there wrote his name ‘Carl Johan’ and so did ‘Oscar’ and a frame is put over each of these autographs – here we stopt to light for each of our men another bundle of deal or splintery or splitting sticks about 2ft. + long and about ¾ inch broad and about ¼ inch + thick – 10 or a dozen forming one bundle, and giving a strong light – the salle du roi a large irregularly shaped cavern – artificial the copper ore not good here but they made the salle in honour of the thing – good ore left along some of our passages, but they dare not get it for fear of doing mischief – one of passages looking smooth and shining the man said that was burnt – that is, got by fire, by making fires there and thus breaking the ore into fragments –

11 ladders (will average 23 steps each all the 30 ladders?) then 3 double ladders and 11? more ladders with several flights of easy steps interspersed – deepest part of the Stor [Upning] or great opening = 38 famms and the higher level where the great many single planks are laid = 30 famms

200 workmen employed in the mine – 200 ditto employed above ground – years [there] used to be 12,000 men in the mine neat profit on the mine is some a hundred thousand rigs dollars.

a good man can earn 15 to 20 dollars banco per month when all is going on well – at other times only 7 or 8 dollars banco per month the property of the mine divided into 1,200 shares – one person the largest share – holder has from 60 to 70 shares.

at the greatest depth to which we went = 192 famms they have found a good rein.

Takes a man ½ hour to go to his work in the lowest bottom.

It was a slip down of 6 or 7 famms in 1833.

the water reservoir bottom 8 famms deeper then we went down that is 192+8= 200

Left A- at 12 10/.. and got back to her at 2 10/.. – [quite] en nage – too hot to remain with A- left her about 2 ¼ and returned up the great opening part of the way up the winding path up the side, and up the 234 easy steps by which we had descended from the top – and back at the house in about ¼ hour at 2 35/.. – then washed my dirty hands and redressed and looked at the plans of the mine – but no one could explain and I was no wiser -

at the bottom 192 famms

deep at 1 10/.. and

at top again in 50 minutes

at 2 10/.. i.e. back with A- in the great opening

SH:7/ML/TR/13/0018

August Saturday 31 waited for A- looking over the top into the great opening – she got back at 3 40/.. – nicely outlined sketch – home about 4 –

In 1833 la grande salle de Gustaf 3 fell in.

had not a dry thread on next to me – changed my [dirty] waist, and A- and I out in the town about 4 ½ - sauntered about the town – to a booksellers – and then to the roasting places and among the smoke of them and home before 6 – dinner at 6 20/.. – tired of waiting – good dinner and coffee afterwards as yesterday then writing till now 10 25/.. having had John in and settled for tomorrow –

Before 1833 there were no Echelles – all escaliers to the bottom and ladies could not go down themselves – now the mine quite changed –

the salle de Gustaf 3 much larger than the salle du roi actuel Carl Johan breakfasted in the salle de Gustaf 3, but since it fell in has never been deeper than his own Salle – supposing this

something like the top of the great opening we went down into the great opening at C and A- sketched at a and I went into the mine at B – we went straightish forward about 80 famms as John says along board-floored passages and down several Escaliers before we came to the Echelles –

when all was escaliers (before 1833) there 2000-9 steps – now the man has not counted – does not know how many steps there are – but the ladder steps are foots – and the ascent is fatiguing – very little dripping – merely one or 2 places where there is a drop now and then – the dryness of the shaft and passages (maingates) surprised me – no passages less than 6ft. high and as much? wide and many of the passages 4 yards high and 2 wide –

the man said (according to John) that the deeper they go, the more water they meet with – the mine is remarkably well ventilated – in several passages there was quite a wind – the man could not tell me in what direction we went near how the strata dip but said they were all ways, perpendicular or more or less horizontal –

August Saturday 31 I could not see much of the dip for charpente and tooling – a forest of wood, tree upon tree, logwise, for supporting the roof and sides – all the ore got by fire or gunpowder – but the dip I did see seemed at angle of from 45° to 75°? and strata of at 18 to 20in. thick? the men work by the famm carré for which they get from 10 to 25 rigs dollar the mine they are driving now near the bottom for a communication with some other passages hard stuff (but not the hardest) is done at 20 rigs dollars per famm carré

vide p. 31 wages a man can earn from 15 to 20 dollars Banco per month 20D.B.= 30 D. Rigs .:. at 20 Rigs per famm

a man do 1 ½ square famm per month –

all the materials brought up in tonneaus out of the great opening the men [d?] from going down or coming up this way –

7 or 8 etages of mintes

no horses in the mines –

at the copper mine at [Telvaeges] in Norway the men earn some of them 20 species = 50 Dollars banco per month

some 18 species and some less – 2000 people employed men women and children – Had just written so far at 10 35/.. pm fine day – Falun a large town of long streets east and west? chiefly one story houses – 2 large good brick churches – one large Place with a few good whitewashed buildings public or private – our Inn a house of this sort – large square courtyard surrounded with wooden outbuildings kitchen on one side – store-house on another coach house stables etc – the town spelt Fahlu on the sign board – the town close to the copper-ore fires and smoke, and mountains of copper-cinders –

the best ore yields 20pc. the specimen I have got from the bottom of the mine will yield perhaps 3p.c.

F62 ½° now at 11 ½ pm

tax to government 1/10 of the iron made from Dannemora

tax to ditto 1/9 of the copper made from here

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when you were sleeping

harry styles imagine

when you were sleeping - your family has a crisis when he’s away.

warning: angst. suicide

you and Harry were currently braving a long distance relationship. it was difficult, but you both managed. you loved him, but you were also a very independent person. you didn’t need to be constantly surrounded by him to know that he loved you. you were on your last year of college, and he was in Tokyo writing music. you both had goals and were striving for them together.

from where you lived, Tokyo was 14 hours ahead. that meant you could only talk to Harry from 6 pm to 2 am your time, which would be 8 am to 4 pm his time. you only could talk to him within those 8 hours since you both had to sleep at some point and he also had to write music. it got to be frustrating, but you made it work.

you received your daily call from Harry when you were laying in bed. it was midnight where you were, 2 pm where he was. you decided to come home to visit your family since your university was having a 4 day weekend. you had thursday and friday off going into the weekend. it was nice. you got to see your dogs and eat home cooked meals.

“i think ‘m gonna have a late night tonight,” Harry muttered through the phone.

“oh yeah,” you said brushing a hand through your almost dry hair.

“yeah,” he said. “some of the guys want to go out tonight.”

you laugh. “sounds fun.” you roll onto your stomach. “when can i expect you to be awake?”

he laughed. Harry was big on getting up early. most days he got up at 8 am, sometimes 9 am if he was pushing it, but on mornings after nights he stayed out late, he tended to get up from 10 am to 11 am, if it was really late, he even slept until noon.

“i don’t want to stay out past 3 so hopefully no later than 10.”

you laugh. “okay, you goof. text me when you go to sleep so i know you’re still alive.”

“will do. how did your test go?” he asked changing the subject.

“it was good…” you continued to tell him about how well you did, and you began to talk about the production you were currently working on at school.

on thursday at 1:43 pm, you received a text.

harry: night night lovie

you laughed to yourself in the kitchen as you made yourself a cup of tea. your boyfriend was a goof. it was 3:43 am his time. you knew he wouldn’t be awake until at least noon his time. it wasn’t so horrible for him to sleep in. he got a lot of writing done this week. you remember him telling you about one of the songs he was working on and how it was almost complete.

you finished making yourself a cup of tea and took a seat on the couch with your two dogs putting on a movie you found on tv.

it was 5:36 pm. you had just gotten home from visiting with some of your friends from high school who were home on an early fall break. you were soaking wet from the rain. you were still home alone. your parents were at your brother’s teacher night at school, and your brother was at his football practice. you let the dogs out and gave them their dinner.

you decided to call your cousin, Lauren, to check in on her. she was the same age as your brother, and you three were extremely close along with your other cousin Collin, who was three years older than you.

when she answered the phone, your whole world came crashing down.

“hey,” you chirped into the phone before you could hear her cry.

in a shaky voice, she said, “(y/n).” she let out a few quick sobs before she finally spoke again. “Collin killed himself.”

you stood frozen in the doorway of your kitchen. “what?”

“Collin killed himself, i found him in his closet, and i screamed for my mom, and then i fell down the stairs and i scared the dogs, and Collin’s dead.”

your voice was caught in your throat. you knew Collin was suffering from depression, and it hadn’t been good for a while. you didn’t know it was this bad. you finally spoke. “oh baby,” you said gently. she cried harder. “do you want me to come there? do you need me to come to you?”

“no,” she said. “my mom has to call 911. i have to call my brothers. i have to go, (y/n), i have to go.”

with that, she hung up the phone quickly. you stood in your kitchen. numb. you felt incredibly numb. you had to do something. he couldn’t be dead. he wasn’t. this wasn’t real. everything’s fine. you’re crying now. when did you start crying? you had to call your mom. you had to tell them. oh god. your brother. he and Collin were best friends. they were so close despite their difference in age. how were you going to tell him.

you rung your mom’s phone. no answer. you rung your dad’s phone. no answer. they were probably meeting with a teacher. you would have to wait.

you heard the garage door open. the dogs went crazy as your brother came into the kitchen with his football bag and backpack in arms.

“hey,” he called to you while petting the dogs.

you cleared your throat. “Tom,” you took a breath to keep yourself from crying. he looked up at you as he put his bags on the floor by the kitchen table. “Tom, Collin killed himself.”

“what?” your brother peered up at you confused.

“Collin killed himself.” you said with tears in your eyes.

he sat himself in a chair at the kitchen table with his head hanging. you wrapped your arms around him and cried with him.

“can i use your phone to call mom and dad?”

he nodded and placed his phone on the table.

it was 6:27 pm. you were driving to your cousin’s house after you called her to tell her your parents were on their way there. she told you to come too.

when you arrived at their house, a police car was placed outside in front. you saw your oldest cousin’s husband standing outside handing his baby to his parents to take for the night. he caught you and Tom before you could go into the house. he pulled you both into a hug.

“just warning you, it’s not easy in there. you can’t see him. he’s still upstairs. they have the room taped off.”

he led you both inside to where everyone was gathered. the house was dark. your family was sitting in a dark room crying. you pulled your aunt into a hug as you both cried in each other’s arms. she let go of you and pointed a shaky finger to Lauren, who was curled up on a couch crying.

“she needs you. go to your buddy.”

you and Tom collapsed onto the couch with her and sandwiched her into a hug. all three of you sobbed into each other’s arms.

later that night, you cried with your family and listened to your aunt and cousins talk about how bad his depression was. you stood with your cousins when they brought him downstairs on a stretcher. you watched as your aunt and dad said their goodbyes to him. after his dad left, your dad was the closest thing he had to a father, and Collin was the only one who could make your dad laugh like a little kid. your mom held you as your cried. you watched as they placed him into the ambulance and took him away.

10:14 pm. 1 missed call from Harry Styles.

1 message:

harry: hi lovie, i survived the night

you left him on read.

the next morning, your eyes were swollen and raw. you woke up a little after 9:30. you saw another message from Harry at 11:26 pm.

harry: goodnight love. i’ll call you again tomorrow.

you left him on read again. you don’t mean to be a bitch. you’re still processing.

Harry noticed you left him on read again. you normally would respond fairly quickly, and you never went to bed before midnight. he found your lack of response odd. it was 11:45 pm his time. he decided to catch at least a few hours of sleep and to call you at 6 am, which would be 4 pm your time.

he woke up at 6:12 am. he rubbed his sleepy eyes before grabbing a drink. he cleared his throat, and he picked up his phone.

it was 4:23 pm. you were sitting on the floor of your grandparents living room. your cousins were surrounding you as the adults sat in the kitchen. you were playing with your oldest cousin’s 1 and a half year old daughter. she was the only thing that kept your spirits up.

your phone began to ring. Harry’s contact picture appeared on your screen. you watched your phone as it rang. your eyes began to cloud with tears.

“answer it,” Lauren said as she caught her niece in her arms, who was running back and forth between her and her sister tackling everyone in hugs. she was so young yet she understood that we were sad and needed comfort.

you nodded to her. clearing your throat and sliding to answer the phone, you walk outside to sit on the front porch.

“hey lovie.”

“hi haz,” you let out in a raspy voice. it had been a while since you had actually spoken.

Harry could tell you had been crying. your raspy voice was a telling sign.

“hey, what’s wrong? are you okay?” Harry’s eyebrows were furrowed together as he heard her shaky breath through the phone.

“Harry, my cousin killed himself last night.” you blink back tears as you drop your head into your hand.

“oh love,” he said gently. “i can’t imagine how you feel right now.” he didn’t know what to say. who was it? which one?, he thought to himself.

“it’s okay, haz. i’m sorry i ignored you. i just didn’t know what to say-”

“no, no. it’s okay. i understand. you don’t need to apologize.” he took a breath to calm his voice. what he would give to be there right now for her. to hold her as she cried. he felt horrible that he wasn’t there. “do you want me to come home?”

“no. that’s okay.” you said. he felt like she had punched him in the gut. she doesn’t want me there, he thought. “i know you’re busy and working right now. you don’t need to come home for this. i’ll be okay.”

you lied. you wanted him there. you wanted him to hold you and to rub your back as you cried. but, you know his work is important. so you lied. you told him you were gonna be fine. you were most definitely not fine. you had a hole in your heart. someone so loved and brilliantly smart and witty who could make the whole room smile was gone, and you were not okay with that.

“you’re important too,” harry started. he wasn’t going to let her push him away. “i know you like to be an independent person, and you don’t like to depend on people, but you can depend on me. i want to be there for you. it hurts me that i can’t be there for your right now. i love you so much, and i wish i could take the pain away for you. can i be there for you? can i come home to you?”

you burst into tears. you had tried so hard to hold them in. “yeah. okay,” you let out in a shaky voice. you couldn’t see anymore. your eyes were blurred by the tears. “come home to me.”

“okay. i’m coming home to you. ‘m gonna book a flight, and ‘ll text you when i find out when i land.”

“mkay,” you said your voice thick from the tears.

Harry landed at 8 am on saturday morning. you picked him up at the airport, and silently waited at the baggage claim for his luggage holding his hand. you had been quiet since he arrived. you were scared that you would burst into tears if you said anything.

you broke down when you got to your car. he held you in the parking lot of the airport as you sobbed into his chest. he took your keys and drove you home.

later saturday afternoon, you, your family, and Harry were at your aunt’s house. you were sitting with your mom, aunt, Lauren, and her older sister. you were putting together a photo board and were looking through pictures of Collin. you reminisced with Lauren about funny moments with him on your numerous family vacations.

your dad and brother were running around town to each department store to find green ties for each of the men in your family. Collin’s favorite basketball team was the Boston Celtics. his signature look was khaki shorts with a Celtics jersey or some sort of Celtics apparel. he wore mostly green. the men were wearing green ties as a tribute to him.

Harry was in the kitchen unboxing pizzas he ordered for everyone. he couldn’t really do much so he made himself useful by getting everyone food. you were extremely grateful for him.

the funeral was monday. you had to get up early to drive to the service. you were sitting at the vanity table in your room doing your makeup while Harry stood in front of your mirror putting on his cuff-links. he was wearing a simple black suit. his tie was hanging untied around his neck. you put the finishing touch on your hair and makeup and moved onto putting on your earrings.

your dad knocked on your bedroom door just as Harry was about to tie his tie. you both looked up at your dad.

“i-uh,” he started to say looking from you to Harry. “i have an extra green tie.” he looked down to the tie in his hands before reaching it out to Harry. “would you wear this today?”

Harry gently took the tie from your dad’s hands. your eyes welled with tears. Harry looked up from the tie and into your dad’s eyes, which were red from crying.

“i would be honored.” Harry spoke removing his tie to replace it with the green one. he tied it swiftly in the mirror before turning back to your father.

your dad nodded in approval, not saying much. it warmed your heart just as it broke it. that had meant a lot to your dad. he had allowed Harry to take part in this extremely difficult day, not as just a boyfriend of his daughter, but as a member of your family.

his voice broke you out of your thoughts. “we are leaving in 10.”

the funeral was a blur. Tom and your cousins were the pallbearers. Harry stood by your side the whole time. his arm around you or his hand holding yours. it was a difficult day. your makeup was trashed. your eyes were red and raw. Harry got you some food at the luncheon afterwards. he made you eat a few bites every now and then.

when you got home, you just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep. he helped you take your dress and jewelry off. you put on your comfy clothes while he grabbed you a makeup remover wipe, and he helped you take your makeup off. he let you climb in bed with the shade over your window drawn down darkening your room. he got out of his suit and changed into his comfy clothes before crawling into bed next to you.

you cried in his arms, and you were so grateful for him being there.

hope you enjoyed. i know this was a bit darker. it was inspired by my cousin who passed in october. - mosh

#harrystyles #harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays (Chapter 7)

Happy Halloween!

Warning: Minor burns

Chapter 6 | Masterlist | Chapter 8

V- (8:04 AM) Happy first day of Halloween!

L- (8:05 AM) Virgil, it’s October 1st. Halloween isn’t for another 30 days.

V- (8:05 AM) We must be celebrating different holidays. Halloween lasts from October 1st to October 31st. For the entire month, you watch cheesy Halloween movies and decorate your home in black, purple, and orange. Spiders and bats become your daily esthetic. There are no exceptions to this rule.

P- (8:06 AM) I have arachnophobia and most of our decorations are green. Is that alright, Kiddo?

V- (8:06 AM) … There is one exception.

L- (8:07 AM) This is preposterous.

R- (8:07 AM) Calm down, Specs. Let our Dark and Stormy Knight have his holiday. We don’t want another incident of Pi Day, do we?

V- (8:08 AM) What happened on Pi Day?

P- (8:08 AM) Logan wanted to spend the day memorizing as many digits of Pi as possible. Roman told him that Pi day was only for baking pies. Logan decided to etch as many digits of pi as he could fit into the crust of a pie before baking it. Sadly, baking isn’t Lolo’s exPIEtise.

R- (8:09 AM) He almost burnt the house down. It was hilarious.

L- (8:09 AM) I will back down from this argument, if only to preserve my dignity. Since you decided to text us at 8 AM, I assume that you have plans to celebrate your “first day of Halloween?”

V- (8:10 AM) Yep. I’ve got my Scooby-Doo VHS tapes, an entire gallon of iced coffee, and enough decorations to cover every square inch of my house. Life is good.

R- (8:11 AM) Wait which tapes?

V- (8:11 AM) Zombie Island, Witch’s Ghost, Alien Invaders, and Cyber Chase. The 4 best Scooby-Doo movies to ever exist.

R- (8:12 AM) Now I REALLY wanna watch Scooby-Doo

V- (8:12 AM) What’s stopping you?

L- (8:12 AM) The desire to have a stable income

R- (8:13 AM) I’m starring as Van Helsing for our theatre’s production of Dracula. I’ve got rehearsals and performances almost every night.

V- (8:13 AM) Sorry. I’ll watch it in your stead.

R- (8:14 AM) Gee, how thoughtful of you

(October 8th)

L- (2:32 PM) Virgil, did you seriously buy MORE chocolates?

V- (2:32 PM) Do you like them?

L- (2:32 PM) That’s not the point.

L- (2:33 PM) This is the 7th set of sweets you’ve sent us in the past 8 weeks. First of all, this is extremely unhealthy. Second of all, how much money have you spent on these? Third of all, you tend to send chocolates specifically when you’re planning something that we disapprove of. So what, pray tell, are you planning this time?

V- (2:34 PM) Wow, I didn’t realize you were keeping track of that.

L- (2:34 PM) I keep track of everything. Quit ignoring the questions.

V- (2:35 PM) Okay. First of all, if they make you happy it doesn’t matter. Second of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter. Third of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter :)

L- (2:35 PM) …

V- (2:35 PM) Besides, you wouldn’t want me to STOP sending you sweets, would you?

L- (2:36 PM) … Curse you and your knowledge of my sweets addiction.

V- (2:36 PM) :)

(October 15th)

L- (5:47 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (5:48 PM) Hm?

L- (5:48 PM) DID YOU SERIOUSLY TP OUR HOUSE?!?!?

V- (5:49 PM) You have no proof

L- (5:50 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of a door. There is a square of TP taped to the door, the words “VIRGIL WAS TOTALLY NOT HERE” written in sharpie]

V- (5:50 PM) See? I was totally not there.

V- (5:51 PM) And I sent you pre-apology chocolates, so you can’t get mad!

L- (5:52 PM) I CAN STILL GET MAD

V- (5:52 PM) NO YOU WON’T OR I’LL STOP GETTING YOU CHOCOLATES

L- (5:53 PM) YOU WOULDN’T

V- (5:53 PM) TRY ME BITCH

R- (5:55 PM) I don’t know WHAT you did, but Logan called me, screeched your name, and hung up. Keep up the good work, storm cloud ;)

(October 22nd)

V- (3:42 PM) Hey Pat?

P- (3:42 PM) What’s up, Kiddo?

V- (3:42 PM) You bake, right?

P- (3:43 PM) It would be very hard to run a bakery if I couldn’t, Kiddo!

V- (3:43 PM) True

V- (3:43 PM) So what do you do if your cookies catch on fire?

P- (3:43 PM) WHAT

V- (3:44 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of an oven. The door is open, and inside is a tray of Pillsbury ghost sugar cookies. They are all on fire]

P- (3:44 PM) PUT IT OUT

V- (3:44 PM) HOW

P- (3:45 PM) DON’T YOU HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?!

V- (3:45 PM) WON’T THAT RUIN THE COOKIES?

P- (3:45 PM) THOSE COOKIES ARE GONERS. ACCEPT YOUR LOSS

V- (3:46 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of the same oven. The door is still open, yet the entire inside of the oven is covered in foam]

V- (3:46 PM) Now what?

P- (3:46 PM) First of all, turn off the oven.

V- (3:47 PM) Done

P- (3:47 PM) Okay. Now answer me this: HOW THE FUDGE DID YOU MANAGE TO CATCH PREMADE SUGAR COOKIES ON FIRE???

V- (3:48 PM) I DON’T KNOW! I JUST PUT THEM IN THE OVEN AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE ON FIRE

L- (3:48 PM) Are you alright, Virgil? Did you sustain any burns or other injuries?

P- (3:48 PM) HOLY STARS I SHOULD’VE ASKED! ARE YOU OKAY VIRGIL?

V- (3:49 PM) I’m fine. I burned my wrist but it’s not that bad.

L- (3:49 PM) Will you please send a picture of your injury?

V- (3:49 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of a left hand. The hand is long, slender, and pale. The nails are long and painted black with cat noses and whiskers. The person’s wrist has a minor burn wound, around the size of a golf ball]

L- (3:50 PM) You are correct, Virgil. It appears to be a minor burn, no need to contact the hospital. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you tend to your burn at your earliest convenience.

P- (3:50 PM) Go wrap up that burn, kiddo! Make sure you add burn cream, too!

P- (3:51 PM) AND OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR NAILS! They’re PAWsitively PURRfect!

L- (3:51 PM) Please stop

P- (3:52 PM) Alright. Wouldn’t wanna have a CATastrophe, would we?

L- (3:52 PM) Please. I beg of you.

V- (3:53 PM) Okay, all patched up. What do I do about my cookies?

L- (3:53 PM) Make sure your oven has fully cooled down before attempting to clean it.

P- (3:54 PM) AND DON’T DO THAT EVER AGAIN, MISTER!

P- (3:54 PM) You nearly gave me a heart attack!

V- (3:55 PM) Sorry, won’t happen again.

L- (3:55 PM) I assume that this means you will be buying post-apology sweets? I assure you that it is unnecessary, Virgil. Your health and safety are more important than confectionaries.

L- (3:57 PM) Virgil?

L- (3:57 PM) Please refrain from buying more sweets.

L- (3:58 PM) I’ve already gained 3.4 pounds alone from these “Gifts”

V- (3:58 PM) Too late, already bought them

P- (3:58 PM) You don’t have to, Kiddo!

P- (3:59 PM) And Lolo, don’t blame V on your weight gain. I know Ro’s not the only one sneaking whole jars of jelly from the cabinets at night.

L- (3:59 PM) Virgil, how much are you spending on these sweets?

V- (4:00 PM) Would it help if I said that I get a discount since I purchase chocolates almost weekly?

L- (4:00 PM) VIRGIL

V- (4:01 PM) :)

R- (6:58 PM) Why does all the interesting stuff happen while I’m at work?

V- (6:59 PM) Get wrecked Princey

R- (6:59 PM) :(

V- (7:00 PM) Don’t worry I got you sweets too

R- (7:00 PM) :)

(October 24th)

L- (2:32 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (2:33 PM) Did you get your sweets? Send me a pick! I didn’t get to see the end result

P- (2:33 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of three vases, each of different colors. The light blue vase is filled with tulips made of white chocolate. There are also chocolate-covered straberry and a giant chocolate lollipop with the words “I appreciate you a chocoLOT!” The red vase is filled with milk chocolate roses and another chocolate lollipop that says “Good luck slaying Vampires!” The navy blue vase is the most elaborate (probably just to mess with Logan). It’s filled with dark chocolate tulips AND roses, with a whole jar of crofters nestled into the middle of the bouquet. It’s lollipop reads “Weight and Cost are just #s!”]

P- (2:34 PM) These are ADORABLE, Virgil!

L- (2:34 PM) How much did you spend on this, Virgil?

V- (2:34 PM) Did you not read your lollipop?

V- (2:35 PM) Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t buy the chocolates if I couldn’t afford them :)

L- (2:35 PM) My digestive system can’t afford them.

V- (2:36 PM) Well I couldn’t give you pre-apology chocolates so I had to give you epic post-apology chocolates.

P- (2:37 PM) Well, I cannot wait to eat these! Seriously, I’ve already eaten half a tulip. And these vases will look so pretty holding ACTUAL flowers! Thank you so much, V! But remember, you don’t have to do this. We don’t need apology sweets!

V- (2:38 PM) I know, but it’s comforting to know that there’s at least ONE way I can interact with you guys beyond texting. I’m sorry that I’m still not comfortable talking face-to-face yet.

P- (2:38 PM) That’s completely fine, Kiddo! Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you’re ready.

L- (2:39 PM) I agree.Though I still do not see the purpose of excessive spending on our behalf.

R- (2:39 PM) Well I find it extremely thoughtful, storm cloud. I would type an entire ballad of how caring and kind you are, but I must get back to work. I shall speak with you tonight, fair raven.

V- (2:40 PM) Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me.

(October 31st)

L- (10:17 AM) How are you feeling about your “final day of Halloween,” Virgil?

V- (10:18 AM) Incredibly depressed

P- (10:18 AM) Aww. Why’s that, Kiddo?

V- (10:19 AM) You guys know how I travel around with my friends, right?

V- (10:19 AM) Well apparently we have to travel out today. We won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.

R- (10:20 AM) I’m deeply sorry, my precious stormcloud. If I may ask, why do you have to travel tonight?

V- (10:20 AM) My friends like to go to parties out of town, and I go to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.

P- (10:21 AM) I’m sorry you have to miss Halloween, Kiddo. I know how much you were looking forward to it.

V- (10:22 AM) I’m still gonna wear my costume. Just because I can’t celebrate at home doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate at all.

L- (10:22 AM) What costume have you decided to wear?

V- (10:23 AM) [*Photo attachment*]

[Photo is the bottom half of someone’s face. They’re smiling, with black lipstick and fake Vampire teeth. There’s red liquid running down their chin.]

P- (10:23 AM) That looks FANGtastic, Virgil!

L- (10:23 AM) I hope you have an amenable experience at the party, Virgil.

R- (10:24 AM) I agree! You look amazing and I hope you enjoy the party, storm cloud. Do not worry, I will watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in your stead!

V- (10:25 AM) Wow I feel so grateful

R- (10:25 AM) :)

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